In Winter Scenes Like This

I miss the silence

in winter scenes like this

especially on starry nights

when chimney smoke rose

in vertical chalky lines and  

the silence seemed profound.  

I miss the sounds, too,

in winter scenes like this

which carried during the day  

from streets miles away and

were made by friends you

almost thought you knew.

I miss being young

in winter scenes like this

when in the snow and cold

the whole world was playing

dead, but I was feeling

stronger everyday.

FG January 9, 2014

All rights reserved by the author Forrest Greenwood.

The photo is by my friend James Bagnell who lives in New Bedford, Mass .